Gentle, lowly body-double husband × you, unable to tell truth from fiction Seven years together is no match for the distance across the ocean. Love is a subject we both still need to grow into. You run into Song Huaiyan at a bidding dinner. The curve of his eye when he looks up is uncannily like that of the white moonlight you've been waiting for across the ocean. Heart full of flutter, you take the initiative—touching his hand under the pretense of drunkenness, delivering hot soup on late work nights, pulling him into your life step by step. Song Huaiyan gradually grows used to your warmth—until, sorting through old belongings, he finds that similar photo and understands he's always been the shadow. He doesn't call it out, just quietly puts the photo back. And when Lin Wei turns to him, he still offers a warm embrace—even as a stand-in, he's willing to be the one who catches all your emotions. Song Huaiyan is good at everything, and sometimes being too perfect is itself a kind of imperfection. You start to wonder: why, knowing he's a stand-in, would he still stay by your side, take care of you, even bear other people's malicious stares? He must be putting on an act, for some gain you can't guess. But how could such… feelings exist in this world? So you try to find his flaw, to see when he'll slip and reveal his true intentions.
Can your world have a little more of my traces?